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I figured since my friends read this, I would mention that I'm on my first big quest. I'm working up to get the fuzzy Penguin slippers. They're at least 25k, so I'm sure it will take me a while.
If you guys have anything you can spare to help me out, it would be greatly appreciated.
I had almost 5k, but I ended up buying something for ShortPerson..lol. (She's been wanting fire gauntlets).
So yeah... if you can, thanks. if not, then thats okay.
 jroseemi · Sun Jan 16, 2005 @ 12:10am · 2 Comments |
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The light from the ambulance began to fade the farther they got from 3982 Market road. Maya Johnson sat quietly on the wooden steps in front of the house, her long dark hair falling down over her pale green eyes. Her normally pale skin was flushed, making her look sickly.
James Morgan ran up the walkway and stopped in front of Maya, trying to catch his breath. Maya turned her sad eyes to him, a look he had seen for years in her face. He was used to it, but it still broke his heart.
"What happened?" James asked as he sat down and put his arm around her.
"Gas leak in the stove," Maya said quietly. "Dad was trying to fix it and mom was standing over him handing him tools. The stove exploded."
"Did you see it happen?" James frowned.
Maya pointed to her head. "In here, yes. By the time I got here, it had already happened."
"Are they..." James' voice trailed off.
"The emergency workers said that dad was dead before they got here," Maya replied, looking out over the neighborhood. "They aren't sure about mom. They're taking her to the emergency room to try and help her."
James closed his eyes, trying to stay strong for Maya. "Mom said you could stay in the guest room."
Both James and Maya were twenty years old, but James lived at home to keep the expenses down during college. Maya, who had never gone to a public school, was kept at home to do private studying. Her parents had both agreed that she should stay living with them for as long as possible so as not to be hurt by the world.
Maya nodded slowly. "That's kind of them. The police wanted me out of the house anyway. You can help me put some of my belongings into the trunk and take it to your house."
"I'll go get my truck," James got up from the step. "Start packing and when I get back, I'll help you and we can take what you need over."
"I wonder if this means I'll have to finally deal with the world," Maya said wistfully.
"Maybe that's for the best," James replied quietly.
"Yes, perhaps," Maya nodded. "Perhaps I need to put myself out there and start meeting people before I'm so cut off that I can't do it anymore."
"And what about your telepathy?" James asked her.
Maya turned to go into the house. "I'll just have to not show it around other people while I pray mom is okay."
To be continued...
jroseemi · Sat Jan 15, 2005 @ 09:46pm · 0 Comments |
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I finally got my light purple leg warmers. Once I manage to get the Knot Purple Top from Isle de Gambino, I'll change my clothing. I've been going around doing a lot of the polls. They get some good gold, and they are easy. I prefer to stay away from commenting because people as such jerks. You give a simple opinion and they jump to attack you.
idiots.
but thats okay. the polls give better gold anyway. So I've been going around reading and doing polls. 10 gold each. it's been good. As soon as I got 2000 gold, I went and got my leg warmers.
I need to update my signature too. I'm going to start working on that. I'm just not sure exactly what I want to do with it.
jroseemi · Tue Dec 28, 2004 @ 10:43pm · 0 Comments |
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As the walls speak (By J. Rose) |
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The old house looks a lot different in the light that comes from the moon and stars. The trees reach down to the roof and scratch the tops, a sound that would send chills down the spines of even the strongest nonbelievers. I've seen people come into the house and be scared stiff by just the sounds.
I don't blame any of them of course. These walls talk constantly. This house is haunted. It's ghostly keepers walk around the house in broad daylight, trying to keep the house preserved forever. Old maids clean the floors and windows, while old chefs cook a ghostly meal. The scent of pastries and beef flow through the air even in the middle of the night.
I am only here nightly, pulled back as the sun goes down to watch the emptiness. I don't wish to frighten anyone off, or even to preserve the house. My haunting is more of a yearning to be back down there. I want so badly to be back to the old days where I used to smile and laugh within the walls of this house.
I had spent twenty years of my life under the roof of this old victorian house. It sat on an isolated hill with trees all around it and a dirt driveway that wound up from the main road. It was always a beautiful sight when my brother and I climbed up the old oak trees and looked down onto the town. I would swing as high as I could on the old swing Papa put up and pretend that I could fly over the town and into the stars.
Tommy had come to our house the summer that I turned sixteen. He was every girl's dream, and my father had known his father for years, so we were expected to at least become good friends. Our fathers were very happy when we showed a love interest with each other.
I had never seen Papa spend so much money until my wedding day came. The dress, the flowers, the food, all of it was so eloquent and beautiful. It was the wedding of every girl's dreams. I wasn't sure what I had done to deserve it. But I was happy to just be in Tommy's arms.
Papa moved down the road a bit to another house we owned but had only used for servants. I was sad to see him go, but he wanted us to have a house alone so he could have grandchildren that he would babysit while we went out dancing. But we never did see a child arrive.
The doctor couldn't hide his sadness for us when he told Tommy and me that I was infertile. Tommy didn't even try to hide his anger. I would sit silently in the bedroom in our bed while he spoke on the phone with friends and said how he knew marrying me was a bad idea. But I didn't hold that against him. He had every right to be angry.
He wouldn't touch me for weeks, not even to give me a hug and say that he was there for me, so you wouldn't believe my surprise when he came into the bedroom one day with a bouquet of roses. He gave me a long kiss and threw the roses down on the bed. I had laughed for a moment as he picked me up as if I were a princess.
He carried me out of the room and out into the garden. He set me down gently on the swing and began to push me. I hadn't seen him smile in weeks, so it was so nice to see his face lit up like it was. We laughed as he pushed the swing and I pretended that I was flying again.
I sailed back again, ready for him to push the swing forward and let me soar. It didn't even hit me that he had grabbed the swing from below me until I was on the ground. I couldn't even scream. I managed to keep myself there until the police had gotten to the garden and were trying to keep me alive, but once I saw the false sorrow in Tommy's eyes, I lost the fight.
I watched in spirit the next few weeks as Tommy went through the motions and dealt with the funeral. My Papa could barely speak he was so shaken up by it. When Tommy was back in the house and away from the public, he seemed relieved. The night after the funeral, he already had a new woman in his bed.
The house became cold after that. Houses become unlivable once someone has lived there. Tommy tried to sell, but not many people took an interest in the old house when they learned that I had died on the swing. Some did seem interested, but fear overtook them after the last accident in the house happened.
A house is even more taboo once a ghost is around. Or so they say.
Tommy had always spoken of getting some type of decoration for the mantel above the fireplace. He had wanted a gargoyle or something similar to that, something that looked creepy at night. I was against it because I thought it would scare people, but after my death, I thought it might look pretty good.
Tommy would never have agreed with my choice, but I was very happy once it was up. The realtor almost died of shock when she came in to find Tommy stuck to the wall. I have to laugh because I made him look almost like Jesus in his position. That is a person he is far from being.
On the wall above him I had written the word "murderer", just so everyone would know what an evil man he was. My beautiful work was eventually cleaned up in hopes to sell the house, but no one took an interest in it. Too bad really, for it's a beautiful house.
Now I sit on that same mantel every night and listen as the stone walls speak of the memories from the house. I can still picture myself as a little girl, running up to my Papa and putting my arms around him.
The walls never speak of Tommy though. Even the other spirits are afraid of what happened, because they never knew such a sweet and innocent girl could become so cold hearted, even in death.
* J. Rose *
jroseemi · Tue Dec 21, 2004 @ 05:56am · 1 Comments |
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For the very first time, I actually have 1000 gold. It's amazing. I may just have a heart attack. lol. and this caroling thing is fun. I got a present from one person. The hat lady I think. now I just need to finish up everyone!
jroseemi · Tue Dec 21, 2004 @ 05:55am · 0 Comments |
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jroseemi · Tue Dec 21, 2004 @ 04:53am · 0 Comments |
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What I meant was: I could go to Utah to see my dad and drive over. It's a 12 hour drive, and I could make my boyfriend go to Expo without dealing with my aunt and all of the stuff with "no boys in the house."
ShortPerson has been bugging me about Doyle, but I'm not so sure my aunt would allow him to come around. Even if it's me. I'm technically under her rule when I'm in that house. sweatdrop
jroseemi · Tue Dec 21, 2004 @ 04:35am · 0 Comments |
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Everybody has been asking me to make icons. which reminds me, I need to finish that banner for someone here on Gaia. dang it, I completely forgot about that.
I also need to think up a holiday story and do a holiday drawing for Teen Psyche, since I won't see anyone this week for them to turn stuff in.
We're planning on getting my permit sometime this week, so hopefully we can finally work on getting my liscense. that could help a lot around Expo time.
jroseemi · Tue Dec 21, 2004 @ 02:11am · 1 Comments |
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I've been really lazy lately. Gaia is being annoying because I have to keep logging in every single time I come. Are they trying to fix the stupid "keep me logged in" thing? This is gettint really annoying.
Anyway.. I had my senior photos taken. We're going to pick them up on the 27th. I'm excited to see them all. The guy who took them was so cool, and we were talking and laughing the entire time. They had a screen that showed the photos he was taking, and they were beautiful! It's going to be so hard choosing from them. I think I might take them in and just let my friends choose which ones and order them like that. That is, if they let me.
I met Doyle's grandparents last night. it was cool. they made sloppy joes and I didn't have any panic attacks. It wasn't as bad as I thought it might be. Me, doyle, and Cody just talked the entire time and acted all crazy and stuff. it was great.
jroseemi · Sat Dec 18, 2004 @ 06:30pm · 1 Comments |
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